It’s Vote Day!

I voted. The dogs are walked and fed, the lounge wear has been donned, and an ice cold beer is not far from my right hand. I don’t know if this libation will be in celebration or to drown my sorrows, but I’m ready, America. As ready as one can be for this vote. After a year (or what seems like a decade) of one of the most brutal election seasons I’ve ever witnessed, the day has finally arrived. I have this electric, excited-yet-nervous-as-hell feeling reminiscent of the eve of Y2K. Remember that? We would either be wailing Prince’s 1999 until our voices gave out or we would exist as long as a society could on D batteries.

I Voted! But that's not my hand...
I Voted! But that’s not my hand…

Our great country is more polarized than ever (according to my pseudo research…my Facebook feed), and no matter who you are, no matter who your candidate, Americans are collectively holding their breath this evening. Only half of us will exhale when the race is called.

I wore my pantsuit today, and given how poorly it fits, I hope it was not in vain. However, as vocal as I’ve been about who I do not want in the White House, it’s time to put on my big girl pants (preferably a more flattering pair) and agree to carry on no matter who becomes our next POTUS. Each of us wants our candidate to win. We all have our reasons why we believe ours is the only candidate who should take the helm of this nation. But what we cannot do, no matter what side you’re on, is sabotage any chance of our next president guiding us to security, prosperity, and inclusiveness. Each and every one of us needs to take the high road and come back together as a community. What’s left if we don’t?

So let’s do this, people. Watch the results tonight in revelry or despair, but tomorrow morning, we need to get back to being Americans. Remember that talk of a kinder, gentler nation? Let’s do that, because Canada won’t have us.

Cheers!
Kelly